Imaginative Writing – 6 Azizian/Dunphy

Throughout the term, the girls have been planning, drafting, editing and publishing an imaginative text. Using image prompts from the picture book, Journey by Aaron Becker, the girls used the imaginative scaffold to drive their creative ideas. They were pushed out of their comfort zone as they experimented with descriptive language and a variety of literary techniques.

Stella Azizian and Eamonn Dunphy (6AD class teachers)

Sizzling Start Samples:

The dark, murky clouds hover above. I sit there on the cold, lifeless stone steps of my house, wondering when things will improve. The gloomy city surrounds me. The mist and the heavy fog blocks the world’s potential. No one likes me! No one wants anything to do with me!

The sky dims and I head inside. No one moves a muscle. It’s like I’m invisible, just a nobody. I lug my weak, frail body up the stairs and lay on my bed. The wakening light from the door gleams into my room. My thoughts are lost. I’m so tired, but my mind is wide awake. I dream of exploring the world one day, yet I stay in my room. I own so little, but I want to conquer so much! My hopes and dreams are far away from my reality.
Madison Taouk

I hear the brown trees and autumn leaves rustling. I see the dull, grey colour hanging in the atmosphere. The tall trees stare me down like a scarecrow. The murky clouds cover the bright sun, turning everything into dark shadows. I feel lonely. I feel sad. Nobody wants anything to do with me, even my own parents and sister! 
Chloe To

Alone. Sitting down, hugging my legs as if they are my family. The lifeless steps under me make my legs ache from the cold. Surrounding me is a dull, abandoned street at the edge of London. Next to me is my red scooter, the only colour in my life. Inside my house, my family acts as if their lives are on a screen.. typing, playing and talking. My mind has blocked out all the noise, except for a family’s laughter from down the street. I wish I could laugh with my family, but I can’t, I am oblivious to them. 
Alegra Cencigh 

Sitting on my firm, rain-soaked steps with my head throbbing against my bony knees, deep thoughts cross my mind. Alone! The same phrase seeps through my mind, sending shivers down my hunched body. No one ever acknowledges me. The only thing I have to keep me occupied is my ruby red scooter, something that has helped me escape my oppressed reality. Lost! Lost in my thoughts and lost in this terrifying new place. Lost, my only friend who betrayed me for another. Lost, my supposedly supportive family. No one even knows I’m here. 
Sienna Pirina

The dull, harsh streets of London seem even colder. My chin aches from resting on my knees, everything around me is grey. I look up at my bright, red scooter and am reminded of a time when people didn’t forget me. A time when I felt I belonged.

It’s been four months since the bushfire. Since the furious flames burnt everything I loved to a pile of black, burning ash. Forcing us away from our friends and our home, Australia. 
Isla The

Months, weeks and days! I never thought we would actually be leaving our house in Australia and moving here to London. I really thought mum and dad were joking, but I guess they weren’t. Dad moved here for work. Everyone is busy, no one pays attention to me anymore. Here I sit, alone!

Alone! A word to describe how I felt. I sat on the hopeless, stone steps leading to our new house in London. The only valued possession I have is my scooter. I’m not used to this new place, I miss our old house. Alone…the same word every time. The gloomy clouds hover above, watching as I cuddle my aching legs. Lost…lost in my thoughts and my mind. 
Emmy Chen